Even Zheng Zhi can feel the ruthlessness of the man who jumped up in front of him, and the party members are much worse. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zheng Zhi hurriedly raised his gun to stab, and he did his best.

I saw that the Bohai man who was still in the air was quick-eyed, and the short knife smashed directly on the head of Zheng Zhi's gun, knocking the head of the gun aside, and the person had already pounced in front of Zheng Zhi.

Zheng Zhi hurriedly raised his leg and kicked to stop the man who rushed forward. The tail of the gun flipped forward and smashed into the man's waist.

This man received a blow and his whole body was shocked, but he did not retreat or dodge, and slashed forward with a knife.

Zheng Zhi's spear came back and swept the man to the ground. Lao Hu's spear also came, and he stabbed the man on the ground a few times before stabbing the man on the ground to death on the spot.

Zheng Zhi couldn't help frowning, above the battle array, Zheng Zhi killed people with one shot, without dragging the mud and water, but when he met a Bohai man between the mountains and forests, he didn't have that efficiency. It can be seen that the combat effectiveness of these Bohai people is much higher than that of others.

The Liao State is really not as weak as he imagined.

"Formation!" Zheng Zhi shouted, and he was afraid that his soldiers would make a mistake, and only by forming a formation could they ensure the safety of everyone.

Advance step by step. In the village, there were Bohai people with pigtails everywhere, even children of eight or nine years old, who also rushed up with knives, without the slightest fear.

These old soldiers are constantly spears and crossbows, killing countless people, but they are also moved, listening to the words that they can't understand, looking at the aliens who have followed one after another, men, women and children dare to die at the first time, this courage, the grassland can't give the party people, but the jungle can give these Bohai people.

What the soldiers can rely on is a well-equipped set of heavy armor and equipment, as well as this close-knit formation with a clear division of labor.

The more Zheng Zhi killed, the more red-eyed he became, and he just shouted: "Kill, kill quickly!" ”

In the face of the soldiers armed to the teeth, in the face of the close battle formation, the resistance of the Bohai people was powerless, but the courage of these Bohai people was not cowardly from beginning to end.

When Zheng Zhi and Luda meet, the overall situation has been decided.

"Brother, the Sprinkle family will take someone to search carefully." Ruda's face was covered in blood and angry.

"There's no need to search, no one is left alone, each squad acts together, just search for horses, no need to find someone, in case there is a mistake." Zheng Zhi said.

"Brother, these bald and pigtailed people are really powerful, more powerful than the party members." Ruda killed all the way, and he also had a plan in his heart, even on Ruda's iron armor, there were also traces of being chopped out when he first entered the village.

"If these men join the army, wear heavy armor, and assemble in formation, it is a real headache." This sentence is Zheng Zhi's real evaluation.

Hearing this, Luda was slightly stunned, nodded and said, "There are tens of thousands of such iron armor, it is really difficult to stop." ”

Zheng Zhihuan looked at the soldiers who were searching for Roman horses everywhere on the left and right, and turned around and said: "The world is fair, the men who can fight here are not tens of thousands together, and they can't make iron armor." Whoever can make iron armor will not multiply in such a place. ”

Ruda didn't seem to understand, but he also nodded and said, "Brother, there are few people here, so there is nothing to be afraid of." ”

"The Jurchens will destroy these Bohai people." Zheng Zhi said again. The name of the Bohai Sea has slowly disappeared into the long river of history since Dajin.

Of the tribe of three or five hundred people, only half were killed or wounded, and most of the rest fled into the mountains and forests on both sides. Zheng Zhi was also unimpressed, and collected two or three hundred good horses, which were not as tall as the party horses, but their limbs were obviously stronger than the party horses.

Riding on horseback, it is obvious that the pace of this horse is smaller than that of the party horse, but it is more stable than that of the party horse.

Zheng Zhi roughly felt that these horses might be the same breed as Mongolian horses. The Dangxiang horse is a cross between the Arabian horse and the Mongolian horse, inheriting the tall characteristics of the Arabian horse, but it is not as tall as the purebred Arabian horse, and has some Mongolian horse endurance. The horses of the Khitans are Mongolian horses, and the horses of the Jurchens are also Mongolian horses.

Regardless of which horse is good, just the question of suitability, the Mongolian horse is the most suitable horse breed in the world for long-distance combat. The party horse is more suitable for the charge of a battle.

Zheng Zhi sat on the horse's back, kept whipping the horse's back, and commanded: "Go faster, there must be Bohai people behind." Quickly head north into Jurchen territory. ”

Zheng Zhi's analysis is naturally not bad, and there will definitely be people who will follow him from afar. But as long as you beat the horse and go quickly, all the way north, it is unrealistic to wait until the Bohai people organize people to catch up with them. But Zheng Zhi also knew that in this place, it was impossible to get rid of the tracking of the Bohai people.

The horse's back is not high, but it is also advantageous, and it can avoid many branches of trees through the forest, and it is faster to travel between them.

At dawn, Zheng Zhicai saw that many soldiers and men were still hanging wild things on their horses, which were obviously snatched from the Bohai tribe yesterday. After eating dry food for two days, Zheng Zhi looked at these wild things, and his index finger moved, but he didn't order to stop, and it was obviously not the time to rest at this time.

Hungry, everyone had to take out dry food and bread to eat.

It was night again, Zheng Zhifang ordered to rest, lit a fire and grilled meat, and the fragrance was overflowing.

Just after eating, Zheng Zhi actually got on the horse again and went north overnight.

Early in the morning, when everyone was drowsy, there were suddenly countless sounds of asking for advice in the forest ahead.

Zheng Zhi hurriedly picked up the spear, stopped his horse's steps, and stared at the jungle in front of him.

The soldiers quickly tightened their formation, with swords and guns in hand.

"Brother, it seems that those bald pigtails are chasing after you, the Sprinkle family will open the way for you, let's rush over." The Ruda treasure knife has been unsheathed, and it is a battle.

"Wang Lou, come first!" Zheng Zhi stared at the jungle in front of him and waved his hand to the translator Wang Lou not far behind. I felt in my heart that the person in front of me should not be a Bohai person, and he led people all the way to the north, without stopping for a moment, and it would take a while for the Bohai people behind him to organize manpower, where could he catch up so quickly.

Wang Lou quickly arrived at the end.

Zheng Zhi saw the figures appearing in front of him, slowly more and more, and said to Wang Lou: "Ask if it is a golden Jurchen in front?" ”

Now that the Jin people have established a country, you can distinguish the identity of the people in front of you by asking this sentence.

Hearing this, Wang Lou's face was nervous, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he took two steps forward, looked back a few times, and then shouted in Jurchen words: "Is it Wanyan Dajin in front?" ”

There were more and more figures in front of him, but no one answered, Wang Lou turned his head and stared at Zheng Zhi, Zheng Zhi raised his hand and signaled: "Keep shouting!" ”

Wang Lou shouted a few more times, Wanyan is the ancient surname of the Jurchens, from the time of the Qin Dynasty to today. Wanyan Aguta can unify dozens of Jurchen tribes, which is also related to Wanyan's surname.

The figure slowly became clear, and hundreds of men in fur slowly appeared. Finally someone answered.

Wang Lou heard the words, and hurriedly looked back at Zheng Zhi nervously, and said, "Who are they asking us?" ”

It is Wang Lou, who can understand the Jurchen language, but he has never met the Jurchens in this kind of mountains and forests, and most of them communicate with the Jurchens in places like Ningjiang Prefecture. The market is a shopping mall, a place of trade. This is also the origin of the word of discussion.

"You said that we are the envoys of the Great Song Dynasty in the south, and we have come here to find an alliance with the emperor of the Jin Kingdom." Zheng Zhi knows that at this time, there is no need to say more, he can only get down to business, and the word alliance itself is the best expression of goodwill.

Wang Lou turned his head and said in Jurchen dialect: "We are envoys from the Great Song Dynasty in the south, and we have come to meet the Dajin Emperor to discuss the alliance. ”

Obviously, Wang Lou's words and tone are much more polite and humble than Zheng Zhi.

The people in front of them did not stop, they got closer and closer, and they only stopped until they were only a few dozen steps away, and everyone was already in front of them, Zheng Zhi roughly calculated, there were also seven or eight hundred. At this time, there were no more than 20,000 Jurchen soldiers, of which there were no more than 10,000 real daughters. There are seven or eight hundred here, which is already a large army.

These Jurchen warriors have nothing to grow except for the healthy horses under their seats. The knives and guns are not well-made, not to mention the armor, most of them are fur, and there are many open breasts and breasts. It is really unbelievable that such a warrior can defeat the Liao State to the point of losing his armor and losing his armor.

"Xianggong, they told us to lay down our arms and take us to the emperor." Wang Lou turned around to speak, but his face was happy, just because this time he really ran into a Jurchen, not a Bohai person.

Zheng Zhi frowned, thought for a moment in his heart, and said: "If you send a message to them, you will say that we are the elite warriors of the Great Song Kingdom, and we never lay down our weapons, we have good wine here, invite them to have a drink." ”

Zheng Zhi is also analyzing the customs and habits of these Jurchens, Jurchens are barbaric, and they will have a simple and bold character. It is impossible for Zheng Zhi to put down his weapon, and only with the spear in his hand can Zheng Zhi feel safe.

Talking back and forth like this, Zhao Liangsi is behind the team, and does not come forward, speculators are always speculative, and they will never be the first to stand in front of the head in the face of danger.

After Wang Lou's words came out, a few horsemen in the opposite forest slowly moved forward, and they were also scanning Zheng Zhi and the others.

Zheng Zhi could see a few rides, and he also pinched the horse's belly, and slowly stepped forward, and Luda Lao Hu Niu Da also followed. Wang Lou saw the situation, hesitated for a moment, and also walked forward.

The two sides stopped at more than a dozen steps, but several people on the opposite side were talking to each other, Zheng Zhi didn't bother to wait for the other party to respond, and said to Wang Lou: "Tell them that I am Zheng Zhi, the best general in the Han people." ”

Whether it is the Jin Ya or the Jurchen, from the beginning of the Qin to the Tang Dynasty, they all know about the Han people, and the Han people have never been weak in the hearts of the Jurchens. The Jurchens' covetousness for the Han people slowly rose during the attack on the Liao State, just because the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Great Song Dynasty did nothing and abandoned their armor. It was only then that the Jurchens saw clearly the incompetent and cowardly nature of the Han people in the Great Song Dynasty.

As soon as Wang Lou's words came out, a Jurchen man with a felt hat in front of him looked at Zheng Zhi a few times, and said with a smile: "The best general of the Han people? I'm sticky to drink and try it with you. ”

It was Wang Lou who had just translated, and Zheng Zhi was still thinking about whether to drink this pronunciation, and the man slapped his horse and rushed towards Zheng Zhi, with a huge mace in his hand already waving in the air.

Zheng Zhi's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he also fought horses, Zheng Zhi knew in his heart that this battle would determine whether he would be treated well or badly after arriving at this Jurchen.

The two horses only wanted to be separated by a dozen paces, and before the two horses started, the two had already met.

Sticky didn't drink the first hand, Zheng Zhi even used all his strength to fight, that is, everyone stood on the horse.